Tracing the lines to Orly Airport baggage gone missing $200 in my pocket, two months across the lonely continent. So tell me, where does the time go? Thirty years, another opusstripped bare of non-essentials. There are no fictions only roads that lead to impasse. Or the rotary so notorious it circles endlessly, the mind unyielding. I am the architect of my dreams I am floating, iridescent on the necklace of the sea, the horizon wavers in the distance unconditional without intention. I am fearless at the center of truth.

no work, no play. bedtime at 2 in the afternoonwith that book I wanted to read (even if it'sdisappointing) but for the sweetness inmy arms, my birdy, and my lover so close...there is no room for us now andthis is disturbing. parent, pet, work, life. why thechallenge of leading it, not letting it lead us. i want to closemy eyes, not to escape but to be conscious ina mindful way. i want to wrap my arms aroundmy lover and say, how did you ever come to me?how was this possible? i want to wrap myarms around my mother and say, I give up. I want togive her relief, give her a way out.